The noise doesn't drop when he looks away.
It keeps moving. People talking. Shoes scraping against concrete. A whistle somewhere to the left. Someone laughing too loud. The air thick with heat and expectation.
But he's still looking in that direction.
Not even fully aware of anything or anyone around him he gaze....
Just… fixed there.
The spot where she stood.
Where he's sure she stood.
His fingers flex once at his side. Slow. Controlled. Like he's reminding himself where he is.
"—yo."
Nothing.
"Dayo."
A hand taps his arm.
He blinks bringing his mind back to his thought.
Jeffrey is right there, already half turned toward the entrance, energy still bouncing off him like he hasn't learned how to contain it yet.
"Bro, we're moving."
Dayo nods once. But doesn't move immediately.
Jeffrey studies him now. The way his eyes are just a little too still. The delay.
"You good?"
"Yeah."
Dayo answered too quick unlike the calm reply he gave which came out weird.
